I woke up sore all right. And I woke up to the Polish guys doing their boomboomboom thing on our roof again. 7am on a Saturday. But what's a Saturday to a teacher on summer vacation?
I touched my toes with pain and a smile. I opened the blinds. Our plants were happy; Karla's stained glass windows reflected colors on the walls.
When the roof boss guy came and did his talktalktalk, I had to digdigdigdig into our checkbook. Let's not talk about that part. It's just money.
But wait. Yesterday I forgot to mention finding a dirty penny on a dirty garage floor while cleaning out the silly car box. I felt it was a lucky Lincoln, because for some reason Karla's a Lincoln lover.
Well, today as I suggested in yesterday's poem, I went up to the attic and cleaned it. Moved stuff here and there, threw things away, put stuff in the car for recycling, and sweptsweptswept like never before. Besides yesterday in the garage, that is.
And I found another Lincoln today. On the dirty attic floor; I swear. Not just that, but I found a red string bracelet with a star of David that I bought in Jerusalem hanging around a desk lamp that I'm about to give away. Karla has the red string with Chai on it that she takes to every MRI. (Rabbi Doug ain't a big fan of these things but don't tell mom.)
What does this mean?
That I should find another Lincoln asap. While cleaning somewhere else in the house? At a bar with friends? Just walking around tomorrow somewhere?
I'm not sure. The Lincoln lover of the house is still in Amsterdam. If she were here, she would tell me.
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